She Came Riding the Wind

The story of a well-traveled eldest princess returning to the past and meeting the "little princess." * I love your golden hair, Like the first light of dawn breaking through spring. I adore your blue eyes, Like a calm sea at midsummer noon. I long for your red lips, Like ripe berries on an autumn evening. But I love your snow-white dress most of all, Like cold snow on a winter night, hiding all the darkness, Yet stained with warm blood. * My dear princess, I have placed my greetings in the wind. May you be safe and sleep well tonight. From the one who loves you I'm writing a short story. A Narcissus story, self-pairing, but not in the same body. Theme: Keep striving and stay positive.